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Page 95 from Issue 114

Page 95 from Issue 114 into the night. You have to prepare your quill to release ink in a flow but ... precise and continous-no needless flourishes­ that it must be inscribed by diamond-point in some future ... still to be named as the sentences spool inside, as we watch ourselves talk and write our blotted tracks ...
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Page 138 from Issue 90

counter tomato juice had dried into Rorschach: a pallid rose of my own weakened blood. In the housing unit ... dog pleasing its master. She calculated then rubbed the tomato to my face whetting my boyish charm ... Page 138 from Issue 90 TRIQUARTERLY Eight Poems Adrian C. Louis For My Lakota Woman Early that ...
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Page 41 from Issue 30

muck and encroaching bog. Borough sinking into its own rot. But the light wisting off the crags in the ... rough walls of the houses must have honeyed over that inch of bog water: it had a righteous blue tremor ... should he be alert when I was a scrump? Didn't need a thatch of cheese-cloth to be my nanny. ...
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Page 3 from Issue 99

Page 3 from Issue 99 Contents Editor of this issue: Reginald Gibbons FICTION When Treading on Soft ... Orderly 30 Douglas Gilmore Power The Dinner Party 49 Robert Girardi The Groom; Ink Soup; The Adventures of ... Translated from the Spanish by Mark Schafer The Age of Anything..•..••.......•••.......••......•••....••• 99 ...
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Matt Wood
it's not what makes me want to keep writing about this topic. Instead, it's the fundamental ... entire life. I had a computer in high school but it didn't go online, and I didn't get my first ... Twitter. It's a little self-indulgent, but then so is writing a blog (or writing anything, for that ...
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Page 98 from Issue 124

Pretending to drip the ink, Now blot, blow dry-that was the hardest thing. [ana Harris, The Dust of Everyday ... confluence of historical narrative and poetic imagery. My work is in­ formed by travel and archival materials ... a suitable vehicle, odd images, narrative fragments, and bits of language get stuck in my head for years. ...
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Page 51 from Issue 55

secret to my own damnation, and then I saw that Louetta's blue hand was clutched as though it ... birthday that he put on his finger. He loved that ring and kept it there. I don't know why but ... was sitting in the hot dark on the gallery, a darkest night, black as ink, was over us, the way it is ...
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Page 112 from Issue 74

for a little while." My father gave me a map with the entire route highlighted in blue ... marker. It was June when I left, armed with credit cards, traveler's checks and my ... "Other people say it's because the cove looks so dark, like a spot of ink, like engravers use. ...
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Page 316 from Issue 133

sadness that had washed over him only moments ago, if it was seeing my parents transformed by their ... looked into the apartment's front room. He didn't know what had caused the great ... masters of their own and many others' lives, realizing how much time had gone by and how distant ...
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Page 160 from Issue 99

Page 160 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY one of the cabinets with a key, then whipped out a full pot of ... have to let it bother you," he said in his light, Spanish accent. "You can just mop ... up. Take care of other business." "Jesus Christ, Nacho. I thought you were my ...

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